Our love was like a lightning bolt.

A ache within the chest that I couldn’t neglect.



Nina Anderson ruined me for all different ladies, launching into my world and anchoring herself to my core.



She ran—she all the time ran.



Now she’s again, holding the tattered items of my soul in her fingertips and wanting greater than I’m prepared to provide.



I don’t need her



I don’t belief her



However I would like her



Our love is poisonous, our phrases deadly, our bond—unbreakable.



However whereas we toe the road blindly, we each miss the demons we unveil with our mild.



Demons that threaten to convey me to my knees.